I’m scattered. It’s been two days of that. Get started with something, be interrupted by someone, follow that interruption, lose all focus, try and return to what I was doing, fail.

The collapse of all focus. 31 days left with the woman I love and she’s at work. I make dreary progress on my packing but lord above, what am I doing? Who leaves a life like this behind? It’s hard because it’s absurd! This life, here, with this woman, is incredible in every dimension and yet, in a month of days I shall fly away.

No wonder I’m in a struggle.